Longevity: Comprehending the Heart Method

"Consolidate your gains during the remaining time. In three days, same time, same place, you will undergo the second Star Infusion."

"As you command!"

Yinn Shang and the others rose and left the underground palace one by one, but Song Changsheng hurried to catch up with Zhan Tianxia.

"Master Zhan, please wait."

"What is it?" Zhan Tianxia’s attitude toward Song Changsheng was as cold as ever.

Song Changsheng noticed this and got straight to the point. "The family happened to acquire a Spatial Transmission Array. We wish to set it up in our shop in Luoxia City to strengthen the connection between the two locations. I hope for Master Zhan’s approval."

"Approved." Zhan Tianxia, a man of few words, turned and left without another thought.

Song Changsheng didn’t mind. He returned to his cavern residence, refined the residual Star Power in his body, and then went down the mountain to the Moon Viewing Pavilion to set up the Space Transmission Array.

Space Transmission Arrays are a subcategory of Arrays, divided into different tiers based on their use, capabilities, and other factors.

Tier One Teleportation Arrays can only manage short-distance travel, from a hundred to ten thousand li, and can only transport light items such as Jade Scrolls or Pills.

Tier Two Teleportation Arrays can handle long-distance travel, from ten thousand to several hundred thousand li, but they can still only transport ordinary items of limited weight.

Only a Tier Three Teleportation Array can transport living beings, such as Demon Beasts or Human Race Cultivators. However, their Cultivation Realm is restricted; they cannot be higher than the Purple Mansion.

Song Changsheng’s skill in Arrays was insufficient, so he could only set up a Tier Two Top Grade Teleportation Array.

Although it couldn’t transport Cultivators yet, long-distance communication was no longer a problem. Once Song Changsheng became a Tier Three Array Master in the future, he could upgrade it and fully connect the two locations.

After that, Song Changsheng threw himself back into his intense and busy cultivation.

He had to undergo a Star Infusion every three days. In between, besides consolidating his Cultivation, he also had to receive special Array training from Zhan Tianxia alongside Niu Dazhuang.

As his strength grew by leaps and bounds, Song Changsheng looked forward to the tournament with even greater anticipation. After cultivating for more than twenty years, he finally had the chance to fight a Direct Disciple from a Major Sect!

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Lu Country Cultivation Realm, Mist Concealing Mountain Range.

Song Qingxing ripped off the bloody strip of cloth. Staring at the festering, pus-filled wound on his shoulder, he drew his Traceless Sword and, without batting an eye, swung down, slicing off a large chunk of flesh.

Wujie, watching from the side, felt his heart pound with fear. ’This kid is not just ruthless to his enemies—he’s even more ruthless to himself!’

Song Qingxing’s expression remained unchanged. He crushed the last few Pills he had into a powder and carefully sprinkled it over the wound. The bleeding soon stopped.

After tearing a strip of cloth from a nearby corpse to bandage the wound, Song Qingxing rested his head on his arm, leaning casually against a pile of bodies. He allowed his tense nerves and exhausted body to relax slightly after the continuous fighting.

He had been in the Mist Concealing Mountain Range for several months, and the manhunt for him had not ended.

During this time, he had used his traceless Body Technique to play a game of cat and mouse with them in the mountains. He had killed no fewer than a hundred people, striking fear into the hearts of many.

But his situation had not improved. On the contrary, the space he had to survive in was shrinking, and in the last few days, he had already run into Purple Mansion Cultivators several times.

Although he had managed a hair’s breadth escape each time, it had not been without a price.

The wound on his shoulder was from a hidden weapon used by a Cultivator skilled in poison. It was his most dangerous encounter since the chase began. If the enemy hadn’t wanted him alive, he might have already been sent to the Yellow Springs.

Even though it was just a flesh wound, it couldn’t be healed by ordinary means. If he let it be, the rot would only spread. His only choice was to cut it off.

Surviving by a stroke of luck made Song Qingxing realize he couldn’t go on like this. If he stayed in the Mist Concealing Mountain Range, it was only a matter of time before he met his end.

Gazing at the dense, year-round fog, Song Qingxing felt lost for the first time.

He had two choices. First, he could break through a weak point in the encirclement, change his identity, and find a place to hide for a few years. After the heat died down, he could try to return to his family.

Second, he still had to break through, but instead of hiding, he would go to an even more dangerous place—a place so infamous that it would make ninety-nine percent of Cultivators shrink back in fear.

He just needed to cross that place to return to Daqi from another direction.

The first option was obviously far less risky, but hiding was not his style. He would rather die in the Mist Concealing Mountain Range than scurry away like a rat into a dark hole.

That left him with only one option.

And this was the source of Song Qingxing’s hesitation.

He had been in the Lu Country Cultivation Realm for a long time and had long since heard of that place’s terrible reputation. Even Golden Core Masters dared not enter lightly, and for Foundation Establishment Cultivators, it was said to be a place of certain death.

Of course, Song Qingxing had no intention of committing suicide. The reason he was even considering going there was because of a map he had obtained from the Golden Core Relics—the so-called "Supreme Treasure" that had driven those people mad.

In truth, calling it a Supreme Treasure wasn’t entirely wrong.

The master of the relics had been a Golden Core Independent Cultivator in life. Blessed with immense Fortune, he could often turn peril into safety when faced with danger. However, he used this Fortune to explore all sorts of treacherous lands.

For centuries, his footprints had covered more than a dozen Cultivation Realms. In the last hundred years of his life, he came to the Lu Country Cultivation Realm and delved deep into that perilous place to explore.

Although it was fraught with crises, with his Fortune to protect him, he navigated the dangers without any true harm.

Eventually, he reached the core of that perilous land and stumbled upon a heaven-sent opportunity. However, the time was not yet ripe, so he halted his exploration and withdrew.

While waiting, he explored other places and drew this map.

This map not only detailed most of the dangerous areas in that treacherous land but also marked the specific location of the great opportunity.

But Fortune is eventually depleted. In the fourth year after he withdrew from the perilous land, he was gravely injured in a major battle and ultimately passed away while meditating in his cavern residence.

Until the very end, he was still thinking about the opportunity within the perilous land. Unfortunately, his chance was gone forever.

Faced with an opportunity that even a Golden Core Master couldn’t forget, Song Qingxing couldn’t help but be tempted. Yet, the map’s authenticity remained in doubt; no one knew if its records were true.

Taking a step back, even if it was real, after so many years, how much of its accuracy could possibly remain?

As he wavered, undecided, Song Qingxing took out a Jade Pendant from his robes. The man who hadn’t even flinched while cutting off his own flesh now had a hint of tenderness in his eyes as he looked at it.

They had been apart for nearly four years, yet Song Qingxi’s face only grew clearer in his mind.

"Just wait a little longer. When I become stronger, I’ll go back and marry you..." Song Qingxing murmured, his gaze gradually turning resolute.

A moment later, he carefully tucked the Jade Pendant back into his robes and pulled out the Traceless Sword that was stuck in the ground beside him.

"Qingxing, you brat, what are you doing?" Wujie’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly filled with a terrible premonition.

"Break out. Enter the Abyss," Song Qingxing said succinctly.

"Enter the Abyss?" Wujie’s voice instantly rose several octaves.

"Are you crazy? Do you really believe that opportunity is real?"

"I do."

Wujie was at a loss for words, then hurriedly added, "Even if it is real, with your current Cultivation, going in is suicide! If you really want that opportunity, it’s not too late to come back after you break through to the Purple Mansion!"

Song Qingxing didn’t answer, simply heading out of the woods on his own.

Wujie felt dizzy. He suddenly thought that letting Song Qingxing go out to gain experience had been a mistake. The man was outrageously bold, constantly dancing on the edge of death.

The Abyss! A place that even Golden Core Masters had to rely on Fortune to explore, and he was daring to barge in with nothing but a ragged old map from who knows how many years ago!

Wujie suddenly saw a bleak future ahead. If Song Qingxing died in there, he himself would probably never get out for the rest of his life.

"I really picked the wrong guy..." Wujie wanted to cry but had no tears left.

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